What did it mean to be royal? Was it blood, or was it just a title? Either way I could not help but feel pride when the red clad guards lowered their heads in a bow as I walked by. My mere presence had resulted in one lowering themselves before me, as though not worthy to stand. I was not ignorant to that feeling.
Numbly I processed everything in my mind, the Avatar's death, my sister's confidence in me, and the welcoming back to my beloved nation. How could it be that just one single action could make up for my, what it seemed like, endless shame? Dishonor, I had thought, could never be mended.
It had. That was all that mattered. The circumstances for which it happened ate at me night and day, but that did not matter. My father loved me , my nation respected me , and my title as Prince was reclaimed.
Life could never be better.